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Hammer (Ithea, Moore)

Started by Anastasia, March 19, 2016, 06:07:23 PM

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Nephrite

"Should we make ourselves an opening?" Moore asks.

Anastasia

Crystal flutters over, "This does not appear to be the daemon defensive line mentioned," Crystal says, "But I would think a barrier like this would warrant notice."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

Ithea concentrates on them, trying to unravel the mess and split apart the buildings, creating a road  that they can traverse maybe.

[20:50] <@Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+8+8 wisdom+anarch
[20:50] <Kobot> Sailor_Mercury rolled d20+8+8 wisdom+anarch --> [ 1d20=4 ]{20}
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Nephrite

Seeing what Ithea is doing, Moore again tries to mimic her actions and see if he can help in some way.

[21:50] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5 Moore's gonna try and help!
[21:50] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+5 Moore's gonna try and help! --> [ 1d20=6 ]{11}

Anastasia

Ithea manages to crack the buildings somewhat. It's enough to provide a narrow corridor - which, moments later, erupts out. Like a broken jar full of vermin, they rush out. Zombies, skeletons and other rotting undead. Hundreds of them pour out towards the strike force, heading dead on at them. Around you, reality begins to twist and writhe, elemental power simmering all around you. You can feel wetness, the burn of fire, gale winds and crushing earth, all trying to overwhelm your army.

Act. You have an army engagement as well as a personal problem as chaos looks to be attacking the army directly. Commands to deal with the former are good, as well as actions to try and tamp down the latter.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

"Any clerics and holy folk, get to the front on the double!" Ithea calls out. "Stille and Crystal, lead the charge! Baleruk, just smash 'em however you want! Be creative! Arrel, Moore, Misalea, help with defenses! Make sure none of the undead head off to the side and assault on Jaela's group! Anybody that thinks they can help with the elemental madness going on, do so!"

Ithea concentrates on the chaotic elemental power, trying to aim it in a funnel, physically shaping one if she can, and directing it into the undead if possible!

[20:57] <@Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+8+8
[20:57] <Kobot> Sailor_Mercury rolled d20+8+8 --> [ 1d20=5 ]{21}
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Nephrite

Moore's going to hold off and see how well Ithea does and help her with that (or try to) if it doesn't go well.

Nephrite

[22:03] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5+4 Moore's gonna try and help again!
[22:03] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+5+4 Moore's gonna try and help again! --> [ 1d20=1 ]{10}

Anastasia

Ithea tries to channel the chaos away. But it's hard going, barely able to stop it from overwhelming everyone. You hold your own, but not by much.

Meanwhile Baleruk roars and leads the charge. Your warriors take to the line, Stille and Balyss joining the battle. Chaos everywhere as commands are shouted and magic flows, your strike force trying to hold the line. But between the suddenness of it and all the chaos, it's hard going. The undead are pouring out all around, meeting your line and starting to go around it, to flank. Everything's stable at the moment, but if you don't do something about the chaos or the flanking, things might get bad. Really bad.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Anastasia

Chaos continues to erupt. As it happens, you hear a little lantern archon cry, "Reinforcements are coming from Jaela's group!" he shouts, flying all about, "They're trying to stabilize the chaos all around!"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

"Well good luck to them! We'll hold the line!" Ithea shouts back as she continues to focus on controlling the elemental chaos and still hoping to gain the control to funnel it towards the undead, especially those trying to get to their flanks.

[13:23] <Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+8+8
[13:23] <Kobot> Sailor_Mercury rolled d20+8+8 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{30}
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Nephrite

Moore tries to help Ithea with the chaos, at least with regards to keeping it calm for her to work her experience on it. He's not even really sure he actually has any powers to control it, but it feels like the right thing to be doing.

[15:39] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+9
[15:39] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+9 --> [ 1d20=7 ]{16}

Anastasia

Support comes - magical blasts of energy, fireballs and more exotic yet. Jaela support? You think so but don't have time to look. Instead Ithea focuses on the chaos and has to resist a startle as she feels another force helping her. With its help, its easier to mold it and sent it flying. Rather than a force that threatens your army, it becomes a chaotic wildstorm that rips into them.

Between energy blasts and chaotic energy, the assault on your army is partially repelled. The adamantine golems form a wedge, the speartip that helps block and counter the undead. Balyss and the other healers let loose healing energy, mending your army and devastating the undead. Volleys of ice magic from the rimefire eidolons batter the enemy, joined by lantern archon light rays and pixie arrows.

Your flank is holding for now, the chaos enough to slow those who tried. However, more are gushing out all the time from the building, a seemingly endless wave to replace the fallen.

Flanking's less of a danger for the moment. Act. Your army's in the thick of it now.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"We need to do something about where they're coming from!" Moore calls out. "Then we can surround that point and have them hemmed in rather than us!"

Merc

Ithea nods to Moore.

"Whomever was helping with trying to control that elemental chaos, you're in charge of making sure it doesn't get worse, get rid of it or direct it at the undead if you think you can!" she calls out, not realizing yet that it was Moore doing so.

Taking a break from doing that herself, she instead uses a pair of chain lightning spells to try and whittle down the undead horde and give everybody else more room to breathe.

[20:18] <Merc> roll 3/2*20d6 Chain Lightning #1
[20:18] <Kobot> Merc rolled 3/2*20d6 Chain Lightning #1 --> [ 20d6=64 ]{64}
[20:18] <Merc> roll 3/2*20d6 Chain Lightning #2
[20:18] <Kobot> Merc rolled 3/2*20d6 Chain Lightning #2 --> [ 20d6=68 ]{68}
[20:18] <Merc> Suck it Kobot, I got around your restrictions!
[20:18] <Merc> roll d20+34 CL to beat SR if any #1
[20:18] <Kobot> Merc rolled d20+34 CL to beat SR if any #1 --> [ 1d20=9 ]{43}
[20:18] <Merc> roll d20+34 CL to beat SR if any #2
[20:18] <Kobot> Merc rolled d20+34 CL to beat SR if any #2 --> [ 1d20=17 ]{51}

Reflex save halves, each spell hits 26 secondary targets
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.